The Billionaire And The Nanny

by Paige North

  If it were up to me, I would be so naughty to her and that body of hers that is so fine walking toward my truck. But I have to refrain myself.

  “This thing?” she says, pointing to the truck with one of the beers. “I can’t believe you didn’t ditch it for a Rolls or something.”

  “This is a great truck,” I say. “Traveled hundreds of miles through the fields on Dad’s farm, out to the lake for fishing. I love this truck.” Plus, admittedly, it’s got some pretty great memories from time spent with Jessa in the back.

  I open the door for her—she rolls her eyes—and then we’re off.

  I drive us out into the country, to a nice area of land where I back the truck up on a ridge that overlooks the valley below. The sun has set but violet and rich pinks still fill the horizon.

  “Wanna talk in the back?” I say, my hand on the door handle.

  “Talk? Back there? Really Cole?”

  “Come on,” I say. “It’s a pretty night. I’ve got some blankets back there and yes, we can talk. It’s been years, Jessa. I just want to know how you’ve been, what your life is like now. Talk. I’ll even keep my hands in my pockets the whole time, if you want.”

  A smile creeps up on her face. “Sure you will. But don’t forget—I know what goes on in the back of this truck. You may have taken lots of girls back there and may have forgotten I was one of them, but—”

  “Don’t,” I say. “Don’t say things like that, Jessa.” I look at her, seeing how she’s trying to play it all off but does she really think I’d forget that last night we had together? Why does she think I brought her back to the very same spot?

  She swallows and says, “Sorry. I was just teasing.”

  “Not about that,” I say. I can tell she’s uncomfortable now so I say, “Come on. There’s still a little of the sunset colors left to see. You always liked them.”

  She’d once said that if she could have any talent in the world it would be to paint the amazing sunsets we have here in Morningside Valley. “It’s funny this place is called Morningside, because it’s not the sunrises that are so spectacular, but the sunsets,” she’d said.

  I open the gate on the back and offer my hand for Jessa to hop up. She ignores it and steps up on her own. Jessa walks to the back, leans against the cab, and opens her beer. She sets the other on the roof.

  I grab the blankets from the corner and spread them out. They’re thick and warm and perfect for the old days when I’d leave the farm in a fit of rage, Dad usually on another bender, so drunk he couldn’t crawl to bed. I’d cut out of there, drive out to some secluded spot, maybe by the lake and fish a little, then just sleep in the back under these very same blankets.

  So many memories of this place. Not all of them very good.

  But the ones of Jessa—those are the best.

  “Here,” I say, sitting on the edge of the truck under the blankets. “Come sit.”

  She has one foot crossed over the other, and her legs look so good that I want to take them in my hands and kiss them, higher and higher.

  She doesn’t move, and I kind of like her defiance. It’s sexy. But I won’t let her lay out too many rules—I like to set them, but I will give her this one. So I get up and go to her. She’s got her back to the cab and I lean forward on the hood, close enough that my arm just barely brushes hers. She doesn’t move away.

  “Okay if I have this?” I say, nodding to the beer.

  “I brought it for you, didn’t I?”

  “Wasn’t sure,” I say. I twist off the top and drop the cap in the bed of the truck. Finally I say, “It’s weird being back here.”

  She scoffs. “Not enough coffeehouses for you?”

  “You know, I had the best cup of coffee of my life in Poland of all places. Can you imagine? Krakow, this little place near the—”

  “Nobody cares, Cole,” she says. She takes her own swig of beer, then leans her elbows back on the hood. Whether she knows this pushes her breasts out even more, I don’t know and truly don’t care. I’ll just take in the view. “Honestly, nobody here cares where you’ve been or what great things you’ve seen. You’re just such a…”

  “What?” I say, and I’m smirking now. I know what I’m doing. I know it’s pissing her off. I can’t help that I love seeing her all riled up. It’s fucking sexy.

  She looks at me and says, “Snob. You’re such a snob.”

  “Oh, come on,” I say. “You can do better than that.”

  “Yes, I can,” she says. “But I won’t waste the breath it would take.”

  “You’re feistier than you used to be,” I say.

  “Go to hell.”

  “I love the dirty mouth,” I say. “Very hot.”

  “Fuck off, Cole.”

  She is so adorable, and she knows I’ve got her. She laughs too, and swats my arm with her hand.

  “You been working out too? You’re strong, girl.”

  “From holding fifty pound calves,” she says. She holds up her arm and flexes. I reach out and touch the muscles—small but firm. I let my fingers linger on her longer than necessary.

  I let out a low whistle. “Dang, you’re not joking. Look at these guns.”

  “Told you,” she says proudly. She lowers her arm and a beat later and I remove my hand. She cuts her eyes at me, sets her beer up on the hood. “Let me see that hand.”

  I turn my body to face her, leaning my side on the back window. I offer up my hand. She takes it in her tiny hands, and runs her fingers over my palm. I want to snatch her wrist and pull her into me, smash my lips on hers, but I remain still as the smooth tips of her fingers coast along the lines of my palm as she’s looking for answers.

  “Just as I suspected,” she says.

  “What?”

  “City boy hands. Not a single callous.”

  It’s another dig at me, but I don’t mind.

  “You know, there are other ways to work hard than just on a farm.”

  “Yeah, but working outside, with your body and hands, it’s so much more rewarding than sitting in some office in a big city. How can you not see that?”

  “My body works just fine, I promise you.”

  She swallows hard, and I think I see her breathing get quicker. I know that I affect her, whether she wants to admit it or not.

  I take the opportunity to move a little bit closer to her. Again, she doesn’t seem to mind, but as my dick keeps responding to the proximity of her hot body, I tell myself to take it easy.

  I can’t rush this.

  “I don’t get you,” she says after a moment. “How could you leave all of this behind?”

  There’s a light breeze blowing her hair back gently, and her eyes are trained on the horizon, the colors darkening to black. The view she’s looking at? I see nothing. Just emptiness.

  “It’s just land,” I say. Leaving this town was the easy part. The only thing I regret was leaving her—but not the town.

  Fuck this town.

  “It’s not just land to me,” she says softly.

  “I know that,” I reply.

  I need to taste her, and now. This whole truck and we’re standing here in the back of it, my dick making me shift uncomfortably, all the ways I want to take her running through my mind.

  For once, though, I start slow. I reach out for her face, run my fingers over her jaw, and turn her head to face me.

  “Cole,” she says so quietly the breeze almost takes the words away.

  “What?” I say, not expecting an answer. She won’t look me in the eyes, but she’s not pulling away, either.

  I lean in and kiss her gently, her soft lips on mine and I am dead. I slip my tongue passed her lips and slide it over hers, tasting the beer she’s been drinking and damn if it isn’t sexy. She kisses me back long and deep but her hands don’t reach for me.

  As hard as it is, I pull back from her, stopping myself from taking any more from her. I’ll just have to go back to my room and jack off about ten times.

  Jessa
’s eyes are heavy, and her chest is rising and falling slowly but heavily. She waits a moment, her eyes on me and says, “You’re not done, are you?”

  Surprised—fucking thrilled—I say, “Do you want me to be?”

  She arches her back slightly and says in a low voice, “Take me like before, Cole.”

  “Jessa…” Shit, now it’s me who wonders if we should be doing this.

  “Please,” she says. “Do you want me to beg?”

  Yes, actually, I do, I think but I don’t say it. Damn, she kills me. She has no idea how much she owns me. Every inch of my body wants to take every inch of her body. But I know I shouldn’t. Just because I have money now doesn’t mean I don’t still have my demons. Just because we’ve had amazing sex before doesn’t mean I should do it to her again. Even if she begs. But God I’d love to see her beg for me.

  “Did you bring me all the way out here just to tease me?” she asks.

  “I could tease you all night,” I say.

  “I know you can. I love it when you tease me,” she says, her voice as soft as silk and rich as honey. “I love it when you take me. I love it when you have your way with me.”

  I’m about to explode in my pants and I’m not even touching her. If she wants me, and I want her, why the fuck is there still space between us? All I can see is her heaving breasts with her hard nipples showing through, her little short shorts, and her mouth, open and waiting for me. My cock is straining in my jeans. She wants me, and nothing else matters.

  “Beg,” I say.

  A light flickers in her eyes, and her lips curl up the slightest bit.

  “Please,” she says like a breath. “Please, Cole. My body needs you. I’ll do anything you want. Just please, please take me.”

  I run my hand across her stomach just to get a feel. She lifts up her tank to expose her skin. My hands cross over plain of her belly, and I let my finger dip into the top of her shorts. She curls her hips up in response. I respond by removing my hand.

  “Get on your knees,” I tell her. She wastes no time in kneeling in front of me. She looks up, eager for her next instructions. “Take off my boots.” She wraps one hand around the back of the heel and another on the toe of my boot and gives a good pull. They slide right off.

  Let me just say that there is something so sexy about a woman who knows how to pull the boots off a man. She takes off the other just as easily, then looks back up at me, so eager for her next task.

  I rub my hand over my jeans, right over my rock hard dick, pushing on it to give it a little relief.

  “Open this,” I say. Her little fingers make quick work of the zipper and button, but when she starts to touch my cock, I stop her. “No,” I say. The little crinkle between her eyes when I say this lets me know that she wants it, she wants that cock—in her hand, in her mouth, in her tight little cunt, she doesn’t care. She just wants it. And that’s why she’ll have to wait.

  I push my jeans down just enough to finally release my cock. I take it in my hand, feel the heat of it and stroke it nice and slow like so much relief.

  “What are we going to do with this?” I ask her, stroking slowly as I keep my eyes on her.

  Her eyes are on my cock. She licks her lips. She loves my dick and needs it so bad I can see it all over her body. She spreads her knees slightly and tilts her chin toward me, parting her lips even more.

  “Are you going to suck this for me?”

  “Yes,” she says, never taking her eyes off it. “Please.”

  “Say it.”

  “Let me suck your cock, Cole. Please let me suck your big, fat hard cock.”

  Her back is arching, pushing her ass up and I know she needs me in every inch of her body, just like I need her.

  “Does looking at my big cock make your pussy throb?”

  “Yes,” she says. Her hand makes the slightest move.

  “Do not touch yourself,” I say, and her hand stills. It takes such self-control to pull so slowly on my dick, knowing how wet her pussy is. I’ve been dreaming of that pussy for years now, and having her on her knees before me, wet and eager, I can hardly decide where to start. All I know is that if I keep pulling, this dick is going to explode. So I put it away.

  “That’s enough,” I say. “Now stand up.”

  Jessa

  When Cole puts his dick away I can’t help but whimper the slightest bit. I could practically feel it in my mouth, stretching my jaw, pressing against the back of my throat as I tried so hard to take it all in. But he put it away, back into his black boxer briefs, leaving his zipper open—easy access, I’m hoping—and told me to stand. All I can is abide and hope that he gives me more.

  One thing I know: Cole Frost is a man who knows how to fuck. How to fuck and how to fuck with me.

  I shouldn’t have come here with him, shouldn’t have let myself be alone with him for so long in secluded country. Now I’m under his spell, I’m dying for what I know he can give me.

  And I love every second of it. That gentle kiss he gave me? That was nice and all, but it isn’t how he is. This is how he is. And I can’t help it—I want him to tell me what to do, how to please him, and I'll beg for it if necessary.

  I stand before him and he takes me by my hips and pushes my back against the window, where I was just a few moments ago. He slides his hand across my shorts then down over my pussy. He can probably feel how wet I am through all my clothes. He holds me there for a moment. My cheeks are burning and my stomach is filled with the passion that races between my thighs. My whole body is on fire and he’s hardly done anything to me yet.

  He rubs his hand back across the length of my cunt and says, “God, I’ve missed this.” I push my hips forward, giving him more of me to have, showing him that I’ve missed him too. He lets out a little groan and puts his head in the crook of my neck, still rubbing my cunt through my shorts. My eyes fall shut, feeling his touch, wanting to explode, needing more of him.

  “Please, Cole,” I say, because it’s too hard being so close.

  “Tell me,” he says, his breath on my neck.

  I know what he wants. “I’m throbbing.”

  “Where?” he says, rubbing me more. “Tell me what I want to hear, Jessa.”

  “My pussy is throbbing.”

  “Throbbing for what?”

  “My pussy is throbbing for you, Cole. I’m so wet for you. Please let me take my shorts off. Please, honey.”

  He bites into my neck, sucking on me for a moment as he really grabs at my pussy. I let out a yelp of both surprise and relief. But then he steps back, and the cool air washes between us.

  “Take everything off,” he commands, and I happily do so. I take off my tank top and white lacey bra, and then unhook my shorts and slide them down to my ankles. It’s with a little relief to know that my panties are somewhat sexy, light blue lace that cuts high in the back. I’m not even sure he sees it, though, because once I’ve stepped out of them, it’s my body he sees.

  He looks behind me. “Here, take this.” He hands me the beer bottle, still cold and sweating. As soon as I have it, his big hands take me by the waist and in one swift motion, he lifts my naked body up and props me on top of the truck’s cab.

  His fingers brush my knees. “Spread them for me, Jessa. Show me that pussy of yours.” I push my thighs out for him to reveal myself, wet, swollen and aching. But he wants more. “Further.” He doesn’t wait for me. He pushes my knees out so far I have to lean back on my elbows.

  “God, you are so beautiful,” he says, eyeing my cunt like cherry pie. I scoot my ass down closer to the edge, closer to him, his mouth. How much longer is he going to make me wait? When he licks his lips, I take the bottle of beer and pour it over my cunt, letting the liquid slip down over my thighs and down the cab’s back window. He steps between my legs, takes my ass cheeks in his hands and jerks me closer to him. Then he buries his face between my thighs, lapping up the beer and my juices, licking over my needy cunt that’s waited for him for so long. I lay all
the way back, moaning at every lick he makes, sliding over my thick swollen folds. He flicks his tongue over the hard nub of my clit and he moves his hand to me, pumping two fingers in me without hesitation. I gasp. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man’s hands on me, in me—three years, actually. His long fingers plunge inside me while his mouth and tongue devour me. I’m screaming already, panting for air. My head is spinning with pure pleasure and I’m so close.

  “God, Cole. Oh, god, yes. You’re going to make me come. Oh, please make me come.”

  But I should have known better. What I want, he takes away. He stops.

  “No, please,” I beg. I rock my hips toward him. His hands rub my thighs. I sit up on my elbows. His face is hungry, his lips wet with my juices. He’s leaning into me like an animal on the verge of pouncing. I pour more beer over my cunt but he doesn’t move.

  “Give me that,” he says, and then tosses it over the side of the cab.

  “Go inside me,” I whimper. “I need more of you.”

  He pushes teasingly at my pussy, one finger going in a little more and a little more. I rock my hips toward the intrusion, letting him go as far as he wants.

  He leans into me, his hands on either side of me, blocking me in. He looks at me, those blue eyes seeking something from me, some kind of answer. He slides his hand around to the back of my neck and pulls my face down to his and kisses me deeply, hard this time. Our mouths are pressed together, our tongues reaching for one another, skating over one other, wanting more. My mouth is open to him, needing him, filling me with the sweet tang of beer and my pussy and I want it all so bad that it leaves me breathless. When he pulls away from me I nearly fall forward, the intensity is too much.

  “Get up on your knees and show me your ass,” he tells me.

  I’m like in slow motion, in thick waters moving only as fast as my tingling body will let me. I just want to fall into him, let him take me. Still, I love how he wants me to show myself to him. It makes me hot, knowing that my body can do these things to him.

  I crawl up on my knees and turn so that my ass is facing him.

  “Damn, look at that,” he says, and reaches for me, rubbing his hand across my cheek. “Go down on your elbows,” he says. “I want to see more. It’s been too long and I’ve missed this ass.”